To my own son...what a mess I am. Trace turned 5 on Saturday and we had a busy day. He donned his "Birthday Boy" pin and got to start his day with breakfast at Chick-Fil-A so he could play on the play scape. Then JP had his pig sale in the morning so we hung there until lunch time. He got to play with a real crawfish that somehow had gotten into the barn and was ticked, but kept Trace happy. Then after nap time we got the whole family to Gattitown! Games, pizza, and cheap dinosaur toys that he just "had to have" with his points, who wouldn't be happy?
AND, I didn't cry on the big day which was amazing for me, but I think it was because he was too funny about it. He woke up Saturday and tossed out some good manners with a few "yes ma'am's" and then told me, "Mom, see, I am older, I have manners!" Well, they didn't last long, but my baby is definitely growing up. Maybe now I'll cry...
Birthday boy with sister hanging on during motorcycle ride at Gattitown
Birthday boy with sister hanging on during motorcycle ride at Gattitown
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I love that he is still camo'd out. Happy birthday big boy! I can't believe I was there the day he was born - my how time flies!!!
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